Whine (Oneshot)

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When Lorna walked into the room she heard crying. She knew instantly it wasn't  her daughter's but she knew who it was. The same sorrowful, and short  self loathing cries which occured shortly after leaving the underground.  It was Andy's.

He  covered his face rocking back and forth, Dawn being a heavy sleeper. But what horrified Lorna was seeing Rebecca Hoover out of  containment dead on the floor, her neck broken.

The girl who loved leaving chaotic irreparable damage behind for others to clean up.  She knew how she and Andy were a couple and how Andy stayed despite the warning signs and everything she did. She may have told Andy the mental hospital messed her up but it didn't excuse her being in complete control, slaughtering people with any excuse.

Lorna  pieced the story  together perfectly like she would a piece of metal with her powers. Andy broke her out hoping they could runaway together, Rebeeca was overjoyed but she refused to go without leaving the most sadistic digusting scene as a goodbye.  Rebeeca tried to kill her little girl and Andy stopped her as soon as he realized it.

Lorna grabbed her daughter, she couldn't say a word to Andy. She shut her eyes blocking out the sounds he was making. He was calling himself stupid, saying sorry to everyone in the room. Right now she was thinking how he was the stupid kid who called himself family, who thought with his heart and nearly had her daughter turned inside out. Within hours Dawn was rushed away with all of this after a rushed goodbye to Marcos.

She couldn't be close to Andy again, the affection,  the affection, and the trust was lost. And every time she felt guilty of distancing herself all she could picture of what nearly happened to Dawn.

Andy was like a lost heart broken puppy. Guilt overwhelming him, nightmares that made him try and stop sleeping all together. The frosts having to calm him down and make him rest when he started seeing Rebecca every where.  Their was no way they could work together when they couldn't look each other in the eye.  The plan, the time table, the entire time table was twisted beyond salvaging.